As The Clock Strikes At 11:11 (One Shot)
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Última publicación mar, dic 7, 2021
"When the clock strikes at 11:11 PM, you can wish whatever you would like to." A false hope for those desperate people.
The truth is, 11:11 is a mysterious time where devils and fallen angels are beside you, staring at you while you were sleeping. And your guardian angel is fighting against them who want to take your soul to death.
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